postalprestidigitation: (hey boo)
hinnom thorne ([personal profile] postalprestidigitation) wrote in [community profile] fleetlogs 2014-12-05 06:51 pm (UTC)

In the end, Pheres gets to keep his horns. Going up the pipe takes the velvet off the sides of his bottom set, leaving maroon streaks on the metal behind, but Hinnom goes up first, and between zir pulling and Castor's pushing, they manage to get him into the hive proper.

Hinnom's hive is the old catacomb where they first found Castor, back when ze'd been nameless and small and fresh from the caverns. They'd thought it safe, because his presence had kept away ghost and the walking dead alike, and ze'd never expected to find the source.

His presence still keeps the dead away, and sweeps and sweeps of work have replaced doors, set locks, and made it thoroughly impenetrable to the living, as well. The walls are padded with fabric, and anything and everything ze's salvaged from the catacombs over the years: a few things from the culling pits, where the bodies used to be dumped and burned, but mostly gifts left behind for the ghosts in the sweeps after.

Recently, ze's set up a ruperacoon that Castor found above-ground, and helped zim haul down. Hinnom doesn't like to use it, after sweeps of sleeping dry, but the slime helps when ze's injured or sick, and so it only makes sense to dump Pheres in.

Ze curls up around the outside. Castor's use of zir telekinesis always makes zim tired, and now that ze's in the safety of zir hive, it's turned into outright exhaustion.

"Gonna sleep," Hinnom tells Castor, and ze doesn't even have to ask: he drapes them with one of the shrouds off of the wall, a nice, thick one they stole from a seadweller's bonerest, and that tiny use of telekinesis uses what feels like zir last drop of energy.

Ze sleeps.




> PHERES: WAKE UP.

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